I woke up in a crisp white room, too bright and definitely too clean, the scent of bleach and medicaments was heavy in the air.
Am I dead?
If I am, I'm probably in hell, because that annoying beeping sound is driving me insane. And why is it getting faster?
If Gordon hasn't killed me, that damn thing for sure will. My head will explode any second now.
Door I hadn't even noticed before opened and a man dressed in a white lab coat, followed by Pops, Ink and Dean entered the room.
"Lieutenant Alson, it's good to see you awake. How do you feel?" - the man with kind eyes and dark hair sprinkled with salt and pepper asked.
"Fantastic." - I answered with a mocking groan trying to sit up in my bed, but every movement was painful, and that damn light wasn't helping either. But wait, did
